"Five."
Kyne rolled his hands over the two control sticks of the Zero Jaeger's cockpit. He was breathing slowly, calmly. This was his moment. This is the time.
"Four."
The enemy zoids arrayed themselves. One Blade Liger. Two Shield Ligers. They were all painted charcoal grey fading into bright flames. They were Team Hurricane. Top-rated Republic Team. They were charging at him.
"Three."
Kyne's Liger roared. He could feel the energy of it surging, feel the zoid ripping at the restraints that held it.
"Two."
Kyne glanced to the sides. It was time.
"One."

Kyne's boosters flared. The Jaeger all but roared across the field, tearing up the ground behind it. It was fast. It was real fast. The Blade Liger closed in, dropping the blade to prep for a slash.
Kyne leapt up, arcing high over the enemy. It seemed to hang there in the air for an eternity. The Blade whipped around, pouncing up after the enemy. Kyne came crashing down on him, the two zoids becoming a dark blur as they lacerated each other.
A Shield jumped in. Kyne, by sheer coincidence, avoided the pounce as he activated the boosters to full burn. The backblast ripped the atmosphere with a burst of fire.
Kyne's zoid landed about forty meters away. It spun on its foreclaws, charging back into the fracas with zest found only in the most battle-frenzied of pilots and zoids.
The second Shield Liger plowed into him, taking his zoid at the flank. Armor flew from the impact and the two zoids rolled in the dirt. Kyne charged his strike laser claw and wordlessly shoved it into the enemy's chin, driving up and through the back. Armor and structural fragments flew out, a chunk blasted out by the sheer force of the impact.
"One down," Kyne grunted. The enemy came at him again.

The surviving Shield Liger intercepted Kyne. His Liger stepped into the Jaeger, darn near tripping the zoid. The Liger flailed gracefully, landing easily in front of the enemy. Kyne started making with the footwork, ignoring the Shield's mauling his mane as he lanced through with his paws. One, two, the Shield was suddenly without a pair of forelegs. Kyne jerked out, the Shield's jaws taking his mane with it, and suddenly the Blade Liger was all over him like ugly on an ape.
Kyne flipped the port booster forewards and engaged them both. His Liger spun around, absorbing a blade slash through the right foreleg to deliver a mule kick with the hindlegs. The Jaeger darted forwards, carried by the reaction force from the other Liger's flank. The Blade fell on its side.
The Blade Liger picked itself up as the Jaeger turned around. They circled each other, the pilots waiting for the other to make a mistake.
The Blade stumbled. Kyne pounced, coming at it with his only forepaw, only to fall into a shield-lock.
"Damn you! That's my move!" Kyne flipped both boosters forwards and set them to high burn. The shield failed, ripping the armor off Kyne's head. The entire front end of the Jaeger was bare and battered.
"The same to you, worthy adversary." The Blade Liger followed, batting at the Jaeger's head with its paws. The irony of an enemy using Kyne's tricks on him was not lost on the wily warrior.
Kyne stumbled. The Blade Liger was on him in a flash, ripping and tearing.
It didn't know it was dead. Kyne's single forepaw stood straight out from the Blade Liger's back, claws glowing with the SLC.
"Good battle. Damn good battle." Kyne grinned.
"You'd better take the Cup, Xaratan. The only thing worse than losing is losing to a loser."
"My Team is as good as I am, honorable foe." Kyne's grin faded. "We will win."
The Judgeman sent the data. Kyne ignored it, letting Jen take care of the rank adjustments. His zoid stood battered, armor scarred where it wasn't scraped off. Even the structure was thoroughly damaged, but the Jaeger still had plenty of fight left in it.
So did Kyne.